Eve POV

I woke up at six to pee and couldn't fall back asleep.

So I decided to make breakfast for everyone. I cook when I'm nervous, which I am because his family makes me feel uncomfortable.

Around eight I hear people talk. Their footsteps make their way over to where I am.

I first see Gemma who smiles gently at me. Then I see her husband, her parents, her kids, her stepbrother and his family, and soon Harry.

All their eyes go on me. "You didn't have to make breakfast, Eve." I hear my boyfriend say to me.

"It's no problem. It's the least I can do." I say. "Gemma I heard you mention how your son is lactose intolerant so I made pancakes that have no dairy products but taste the same as the regular pancakes. Then uh, Mr. Twist I heard you had a gluten allergy so I made gluten free pancakes. The rest are buttermilk that are plan or have chocolate chip. A pot of coffee is already made as well if you guys wanted your morning coffee." I ramble briefly.

Everyone remains silent and stares at me. "I love her already." I hear Gemma say. I smile softly and everyone says a thank you to me before grabbing the plates I laid out and picking out what they want.

Harry stands beside me and doesn't speak. I start doing the dishes. "I got it Eve." I hear Gemma say to me.

"It's no problem. Just a few pans. Go enjoy your pancakes." I say. Her head tilts at me and we go back and forth for a bit. She eventually gives up and goes to the dining room.

I look at Harry. "Are you going to eat?" I ask.

"Later." I hear him mutter. His eyes look to the coffee pot that is now empty. He shrugs.

"Here." I say to him. I made him a mug a while ago. "Just heat it up."

"You made a cup for me?" He asks.

"Yes because I know you'd just linger around and not get any for yourself." I say. His head shakes with a snicker and he puts it in the microwave.

"I thought you said you don't cook." Harry mentions to me.

"I don't. I only cook when I'm nervous." I say with a chuckle. He takes the mug out of the microwave.

"You didn't have to go all out." Harry says.

"It's not a problem." I hum. I turn off the sink and dry my hands. I look up at Harry who just stares around.

"How uncomfortable are you?" I ask him.

"I'm not uncomfortable." Harry defends. "Just tired."

"You wake up at five for a jog sometimes and come back home at eight. So," I say.

"Home?" He questions.

"I meant it as who's ever home we're at." I murmur.

"Why are you getting pissy with me?"

"I'm not." I'm not trying to come off pissy. "I'll be taking a shower." He doesn't argue. I just walk away and head upstairs.

Harry POV

"And boyfriend of the year award goes to, Harry Styles." I hear Gemma say while clapping. 

I roll my eyes at my sister. She leans against the counter and shakes her head. "You really know how to stay pissy for more than 24 hours don't you?"

I don't like my mother. She puts me in a bad mood. And I have my reasons, which Gemma knows about.

"I'm not pissy." I defend.

"Should I repeat what you guys were talking about?" Her eyebrow raises.

"Why don't you mind your own business?" I sip my coffee. My sister rolls her brown eyes at me.

"I like Eve, she's nice and peppy." Gemma says.

"Okay?"

"I'm just saying. I like your girlfriend."

"Thanks." I mutter. Her head shakes.

"Keep acting the way you are and you won't have a girlfriend. Just saying." My sister hums. She soon leaves the kitchen and I tug my hand through my hair.

Eve POV

I finished my shower and I'm dressed.

I sit on the balcony and look at the view of the ocean.

"Can I sit with you?" I hear a voice ask. I look up see Harry.

"Sure." He sits down on the chair beside me and rests his hand on top of mine.

"I'm sorry for being a tool." I remain silent and shrug my shoulders. "What are you thinking?"

"We're equally tools." My eyes look at him.

"Why would you be a tool?" His eyebrows furrow.

"Yesterday." I say. "I was pushing you too hard."

"No you weren't." I shake my head.

"I was." I murmur. "I'm not too bright with people's feelings I should've at least saw how uncomfortable you were being in water."

"We were just at our knees."

"Stop justifying my stupid behaviour Harry." I say. My voice becomes tense.

"Stop saying stupid." He says. "I'm not mad at you."

"I wasn't being the most understanding yesterday. Because to me it was just my knees but to you it was more. I don't know your limits with water and I thought that where we were was fine but it wasn't." I explain. My eyes sting.

"Don't start crying Eve." I hear him say. "I'm not mad."

"I'm mad myself because I should've known better." I say.

"Being knees deep to anyone would seem like nothing." Harry says.

"I've spent two years justifying someone's behaviour. Don't do it to me." I say. "You lost your family because of water, and I wasn't thinking like that. I was thinking like you had a small fucking fear of it."

"Stop beating yourself up, please." His hand squeezes mine. "I'm not mad. I needed to be pushed."

"You didn't need to be fucking thrown into it." I mutter harshly.

"I'm fine, Eve. Please just stop." I shake my head and close my eyes. "I knew you were trying and that's all that maters."

"You could've had a panic attack or something and my dumbass would've been like "oh it's just knee length"." I mock myself.

"Why are you beating yourself up so bad? Eve, I'm fine and I'm being honest. The length wasn't bad nor was I remembering anything bad. It would be different if you went to your waist." His hand squeezes mine more.

My eyes look to Harry who has worried eyes. "You're just saying that." I mumble.

"No I'm not. Me being pissy yesterday and today has nothing to do with going in the ocean a little. It really doesn't. Please stop beating yourself up." His eyes burn into mine.

"Can you at least know I'm sorry?"

"You have nothing to me sorry about. I'm not offended." My head shakes.

"But you were scared." I say. My voice is soft.

"I needed to be pushed, Eve. I haven't been in water in six years and you were just trying to help."

"I wasn't helping, I was being a fucking idiot." My eyes look back forward and my fingers fidget. "Girlfriend of the year award goes to me." I say sarcastically.

"I think you're a lovely girlfriend."

"That almost gave you a panic attack?" I question.

"Eve, I wasn't going to get a panic attack. I wasn't thinking about the accident; I was thinking about when my daughter was two and Jane and I took her to the beach for the first time and she was in the shallow end of the water, where we were yesterday, and she looked like she was having the time of her life. If we went further out I would've thought about the accident. But I didn't. I'm fine."

"What about the hot tub?" I ask timidly.

"I just thought about being in an oversized hot bath." Harry tells me. "Can you stop beating yourself up?"

My eyes look down at my hands. "I just want you to know I'm sorry."

"You have nothing to be sorry about." I bite my lip. I have a lot to be sorry about. This just adds on the list on how I'm a fuck up.

A://N

Don't attack me for the last chapter , a lot you guys were unhappy with eve , which I had coming lol

I don't know what else to say so have a nice day

~lauren